I’m on the run
from myself
being hunted down
by memories & regrets
things I should have
forgotten but...
...haven’t forgotten yet.
Like an old toy
tin man
left out in the rain
when I was 5
its spring wound too tight
its mechanism rusted
discovered after years
discovered with tears
remembering how bravely
it would step off the edge
fearless... knowing that the next step
was not there
its bright eyes flashing
its ray gun flashing
walking on air
the second before
...the fall.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-run-7/
